For the most beautiful description of the Lido, as well as of everything else Venetian, I recommend my reader to the best of travellers’ books, Mr. [William Dean] Howells’s “Venetian Life.” It was an added charm to the rare city to read this book in Venice; and were I a dogess of the fourteenth century, I would have a crystal casket enriched with gems made for my copy, and it should be locked with a mediæval gold key, such as Angelo wears and Rachel played with, in the tragedy which she introduced to us.
Certes sayd the good man that is sothe / for he shalle be the best knyghte of the world and the fairest of alle the felauship / But wete yow wel there shall none atteyne it but by clennes that is pure confession
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